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[Tuesday
June 17th, 2008 at 7:31pm]

gigi_mari
Ever notice when we are little we tell our parents how many kids we are gonna have and what our wedding will be like. and they just nod and laugh. then when you grow up you realize they were laughing not because you were funny but how cute and innocent you were. Life makes you so vile. Then again the reason you grow is from learning. So either you can never grow up and be innocent. Or grow up and have been hurt and loved but at least you grew up right?

life.
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[Thursday
May 15th, 2008 at 4:58am]

dirty__glamour
34 reasons Jeffery Dahmer should eat his heart out

01.
she pushed herself against me,
to get closer, or maybe for drunken balance.

it was because i challenged her.
definitely for balance.

02.
her voice is soft when she says she loves me;
i swoon like
a child given candy.

sugary sweet,
cavities a plenty.

03.
yellowed wallpaper, i don't even smoke
anymore.
unnerved, i send a text message asking for help.

22 minutes later, i am in her car.

04.
you keep barely enough food to live on
in your refrigerator. you can't connect
unless you're drunk. you are unneeding.

i know i love you all wrong.

05.
tahitian is only spoken by 150,000 people.

island winds whip my hair into my lipgloss
while she makes me a drink.

150,002.

06.
blue shirt, red shirt.

veins versus blood
"how fitting" i thought.

no shirts, no shoes, no relationship.

07.
her face was blank when she told me
"no, i am not in love with you"

i was shocked;
i shouldn't have been.

i didn't tell her i was in love with her anyway.

08.
"the next time i get attached, I'm going to marry
her."

the hardest part of a scab to rip off
is the final tendon. it always bleeds.

open wounds & wedding bells.

09.
she smiles as she walks past on the street.
it is sunny; i recognize her. she doesn't know me.

the crone.

as certainly as i love, i am the mother.
i smile, she frowns.

yes, she loved her once too. it's a shame
we don't know one another.

10.
water puts out fire,
fire eats air,
air is essential to earth,
earth lives on water.

cycles.

11.
the crowd cheers, the ball drops;
the new year is validated.

i spill my beer when i cheer,
i have dropped the ball.

keep be grounded while i help you
fly, fly, fly...

12.
she is a devout woman,
scientist of the culture.

am i just a specimen?

13.
mirror mirror on the wall, who's
the most repulsive of them all?

14.
in a disaffected world, sexuality
would be fluid.

today, i am a whore;
thanks for the defense.

15.
self-loathing brings her to her knees;
skin peeled back, she's not as strong
as previously anticipated.

i assume nothing.

16.
furiously pacing back & forth,
her furrowed brow asks why.

"i am just waiting."

17.
forgive, but never forget.

18.
she slithers her arms around me
in the divet of the slide. stars flutter,
then die out.

have you ever been in love?

i said yes.
i said yes.
i said yes.

19.
brutality.
the police ain't got nothing
on what we do to each other.

20.
you smell like cheap rum, cheap cigarettes.
slurping at an empty cup, finding
air.

cheap is the new classy.

21.
if i ever loved you
once, i love you
right now.

22.
hummingbirds flutter,
women ache, i bow my head.

how appropriate to epitomize this.

23.
maybe you were articulate,
but I'd like to think you were
stumbling like me.

i don't mind the sound of
your voice, i just hate the words you say.

24.
lick my cheek,
touch my hips.

pleasure my mind until i cum in paragraphs & semi-colons.

25.
i was hard for the cash,
so i was down for the crime.

"do you still respect me?"

you held me on your chest while i panicked.

26.
i find myself missing you.
i find myself. period.

27.
& afterwards our skin glowed
& i swear if anyone had seen us
we would have looked

like angels.

28.
i am fucking her.
or is she fucking me?

29.
she crashed her car into the curb
while we talked in quieted whispers
with our hoods on.

all sparks.

7 mph home & we kept our eyes shadowed,
but our laughter loud.

30.
discreet absences are not lost on
these forlorn eyes.

31.
she pushed me into the counter,
i ran her into the wall.
my arm is bruised, her leg is bleeding.

fighting or making love;
is there really a difference?

32.
i have a crush on her.
i am pathetic.
she makes me blush.

it is only blood underneath the skin.

33.
it's been two weeks since we've last seen each other.
i remember her from a distance;
black trench coat, lack of eye contact.

i miss her.

34.
fingertip
to bleeding lip;
you split
me open, here i am.
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Anybody Recall the Anti-Vampire Stuff in "Salem's Lot"? [Wednesday
May 14th, 2008 at 9:58am]

js_africanus
I was going to write a light-hearted entry on Stephen King's "Salem's Lot," but I can't remember the anti-vampire lore from the book. I recall one was black dogs w/ white eyebrows, and he had a specific name for them, but I can't recall what the name was. Then there was some type of flower, I think, and at one point the main character discovers that they've all been bought up throughout the region. What else?

Does anybody recall the details on this sort of thing? If so, please share. Thanks!
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Spare the Rod, Spoil the A**hole [Wednesday
April 23rd, 2008 at 3:27pm]

js_africanus
"Morning, sunshine!" he said through a shit-eating grin.

"Go pound sand in your ass," she said, throwing an energy bar at his head.

"Speaking of pounding things in asses," he said, eyes point down to his erection standing proud, if unimpressive. He thumbed it once and it shook with an audible twang.

She glared at him.

"Aw," he whined, "c'mon, baby!"

"I ain't your baby. And you've read Even Cowgirls Get the Blues," she said, leaning toward him, drawing her fist back to strike. "You know what would happen if I punched your dick right now."

She looked down to take aim, but it was too late, his erection had already deflated. His sad, flaccid member a limp protrusion out of his pubic hair. But he had gotten her riled, so she slapped his scrotum with force, then started into her breakfast of part of an energy bar, a vitamin pill, and a drop of water.

"Why'd you do that?" he said after a few minutes recovery.

"Why?" she said. "Um, let's see. Oh, yes, that's right. It's your fault my sister is dead. It's your fault my two best friends are dead. It's your fault we're stuck in a life raft in the middle of the Pacific Ocean. And it's your fault that half the raft has been colonized by an evil book that tries to bite me when I get near it!"

She slapped his scrotum again. "Jackass," she added. She took what was left of one of the oars and tried to push the book back to the far end of the raft. It snapped at oar, sinking its teeth into the plastic pole, which allowed her to shove it farther away from her. When it reached the limit of the raft, she pushed even harder. The oar slipped farther into the book, little by little, until it started to gag and choke. She chuckled and shoved harder, enjoying the pleasure of torturing such an evil thing.

"Be nice," he said behind her, when he could manage the words through his groans.
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She's running out the door [Wednesday
February 13th, 2008 at 11:12pm]

chaotik_beauty
Angel, oh angel
Please don't weep
The serpant's tongue is sharp, but the poison's weak
Divert your eyes don't let yourself be mesmerized
Like Medusa she snakes her limbs around your waist
"You're too warm to turn to stone." she says
Instead you'll be a display in her menagerie
Come one, come all! See this broken creature try to fly!
Watch him! Watch him as he cries!
Oh, sweet soul, did you expect the devil to play nice?
She smiles and she sings, cool as rain
And you pets dance to the sound of your chains
Angel, oh angel
Please don't weep
The walls are tall, and your wings are torn
But you don't need to fly to change your course
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Constellations [Tuesday
February 5th, 2008 at 12:16am]

chaotik_beauty
Putting prices on everyone's heads
shifting the blame to anywhere but it's rightful place
O, Hercules! O, god among men
You've picked your battle
Congratulations, victory is yours
Are you prepared to pay the cost?
O, soldier, put down your sword
It's stained by true love's kiss
Somebody! Save us from the hell we're living in
For it's not really living at all
Empty and metal, you left your home for this?
O, Hercules! O, god among men
O, soldier, slave or merchant
wipe your blade
the show is over
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[Wednesday
January 30th, 2008 at 9:44am]

littleblankgirl
[ music | regina spektor - that time ]

like standing on a cliff, the second before you drop
a sickening dizziness resides inside me.
what happens when you fall;
from a place so high the clouds are scared?
the impact is sure to shatter everything.

so I am holding onto you, terrified of the night I can’t,
praying I don’t lose my footing,
that somehow the world doesn’t crash.

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you wear your skin like its too tight. [Thursday
December 13th, 2007 at 9:10pm]

sevenhourpass

 the only present ive ever opened up is the one on my wrist.
kiss me cliche, i'll taste your lips before the irony.
face the girl in the mirror before anyone else. i'm always breaking the glass instead of the silence.
sleeping silhouettes on window panes in celebration of an empty world.
fold into yourself before anyone else.
three simple words written in lipstick on vanity mirrors.
the vain in your is just under your veins. dig deeper, darling.
the "you" in us and our "i" will ultimatly become our demise. face our decay. stitch our smiles on sober so we won't laugh them off.
when theres nothing to laugh at you end up crying to make up for the lack of emotion.
or maybe just to soak the pillow for a story or two.
dddish it out. crush my drugs with your heels & my heart with your hands.
chasing blood down the drain & your car through the city.
breathe me in. im your cancerstick because i'll kill you before i'm done.

the truth is that you love me because i'm just like you.
& for that same reason i hate myself.

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[Wednesday
October 31st, 2007 at 4:38pm]

littleblankgirl
dancing to so much techno my brain has turned electro,
shake and pop, shake shake and pop.
skipping across rock pools, trying to find a shell-
aint nobodies baby, aint nobodies friend.
running round in circles hiding from myself,
everyone’s shaking their thing
falling
out
of
sleep.
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A lover [Friday
October 5th, 2007 at 11:09pm]

mauvedragon
[ mood | tired ]

The attraction bowled me over
He may be 43, have a bauld patch, a paunch, long white hair and beard
But I'm attracted as hell to him
I'm just not sure I would have gotten involved if I had known how much hard work he would be

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